nucmednet Chapter 82 Backstab
Chapter 82 Backstab
[When Lin Wan, the older sister, saw her father's angry face and then met your questioning gaze, the pain on her face intensified instantly.]
Her eyes were red-rimmed, and large tears welled up in them, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Unable to contain her grievances and torment any longer, she abruptly stood up from her chair, turned and quickly fled the dining table, running back to her room, "closing the door behind her, shutting out all her emotions."
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Only you, your father, and your mother are left.
The air was so heavy it seemed you could wring water out of it, and the food on the table was still steaming slightly.
The atmosphere here is oppressive and eerie.
Your fingertips are slightly cold; deep down, you're certain that your parents' words are all lies, and they are utterly untrustworthy.
A terrible thought frantically grows in your mind: they may very well have killed your kind grandmother with their own hands, and even more cruelly abandoned your elderly grandfather, leaving him to fend for himself in some unknown place.
Behind all this, there must be a hidden conspiracy.
You suddenly look up, a flash of realization crossing your eyes, and murmur to yourself:
["Perhaps the family of four never refers to me, my sister, and our parents, but rather to me, my sister, and my grandparents!"]
This thought jolted you, making you increasingly aware that beneath your parents' facade lay a chilling malice.
But another question arises in your mind:
If you were a family of four, who would be the ghost?
You suppressed your doubts, refrained from arguing with your parents, and didn't ask them another question.
The meal was unusually oppressive; no one spoke, only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks filled the air, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere.
After finishing your meal, you slowly stood up, turned around, and walked towards your room.
You closed and locked the door, then mentally reviewed the information gathered.
"What are they hiding from me?"
Recalling her sister's breakdown, tears, and frantic escape just now, Li Qingchen became even more certain that her sister must also know all the secrets.
[She's just bound by something, and doesn't dare to say it.]
A resolute glint flashed in Li Qingchen's eyes as he made up his mind.
Tonight, he was determined to find out the truth and try to uncover his parents' hidden conspiracy.
It's late at night.
The night outside the window was so thick it seemed impenetrable, like a heavy black cloth that completely enveloped the room.
Outside, all was deathly still; not even the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard. The silence was chilling.
You hear your own steady breathing, and you feel an irrepressible restlessness within your heart.
You weren't asleep; the secret in your heart was like a boulder, suffocating you.
You lie in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Your eyes are fixed on the dark ceiling, and your mind keeps replaying your parents' unusual behavior during the day, your sister's suffering, and the speculation about a "family of four."
Just then.
You faintly hear two hushed voices talking in the courtyard.
The sound was faint, yet clear enough to penetrate the heavy door and reach your ears.
That's your parents' voice. There was a barely perceptible hint of panic and wariness in their tone, along with a deliberate lowering of their voice, as if they were discussing some unspeakable secret.
The father's voice carried a hint of irritation and unease: "What's going on? Why is Lin Mo suddenly bringing up that old man? Has he sensed something?"
The mother's voice carried a hint of hesitation and panic, along with a subtle strain of tension.
"Who knows... Could he really know something? No, we absolutely can't let him find out about us, or we're all doomed!"
[The father seemed to sense something and quickly interrupted the mother, his tone becoming urgent:]
"Let's not talk about that now, let's not cause any trouble. How many 'goods' have we got today? The envoy is arriving soon, we can't afford any mistakes."
Upon hearing the word "goods," the mother's voice instantly became excited, and most of the panic in her tone dissipated.
Her tone carried a hint of smugness: "We've reaped quite a harvest today, enough to deal with the envoy. This time, we're sure to get what we want!"
[The rest of their words were succinctly lowered and became indistinct.]
Even if you strain your ears, you can only catch a few scattered words; you can't make out the whole thing.
The doubts and anxieties in your heart are growing stronger.
Unable to suppress your curiosity and wariness any longer, you quietly get up, barefoot, tiptoe, and tiptoe to the door.
You pressed your ear tightly against the cold door, held your breath, and strained to hear every sound outside, afraid of missing a single detail.
Not long after, you heard a "click, click" sound coming from the yard.
That was the sound of my father chopping meat with a knife, a dull yet powerful sound that, in the quiet of the night, was particularly jarring and sent chills down my spine.
A thought struck you, and you quietly moved to the crack in the door, squinting your eyes to peer through the narrow gap into the courtyard, where you clearly saw the scene before you.
Your heart starts pounding, and a chill runs from your feet to the top of your head.
Your mother stood to one side, holding a black burlap sack, a strange smile on her face. She carefully placed the pieces of meat your father had chopped into the sack, her movements practiced yet numb, as if she had done it countless times before.
[While packing the meat, the mother lowered her voice, her tone a mixture of nervousness and anticipation:]
"The envoy is arriving soon. Is everything ready? We can't afford any mistakes; this is our only chance."
Your father stopped wielding the knife, his face filled with tension. He nodded vigorously, his voice low and hoarse:
"Everything is ready. We're just waiting for the envoy. We must succeed this time, or we'll truly have no way out."
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed in the courtyard.
The voice was crisp yet eerie, neither hurried nor slow.
You peered through the crack in the door, staring intently at the entrance to the courtyard.
When those two familiar figures came into view, your breathing quickened involuntarily, your heart pounded as if it would burst out of your chest, and the blood in your body seemed to freeze.
[The two who entered your yard were none other than the crying groom and smiling bride who filled you with dread!]
They were still wearing that eerie red wedding dress, their expressions still strange; the groom's brow was furrowed, and his face was streaked with tears.
The smiling bride, however, had her mouth stretched wide, her smile appearing eerie and sinister.
You realize your suspicions were correct; your parents were indeed up to something!
They had actually been in cahoots with these two eerie ghosts for some time.
And the "goods" they're talking about are probably no ordinary items.
You see the smiling bride and the crying groom quickly walk to the sack, happily accepting it from their mothers.
The crying groom temporarily wiped away his tears, greedily moved closer to the burlap sack, took a deep sniff, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
The smiling bride's smile grew even more eerie. She closed her eyes, displaying an expression of ecstasy, as if savoring some delicious treat, muttering something indistinctly.
Just then.
The smiling bride suddenly opened her eyes, a flicker of wariness flashing in her eerie gaze as she instantly locked onto the bedroom where you were.
You froze in fear, quickly trying to appear calm. You stealthily averted your gaze, held your breath, and pressed yourself against the cold wall, daring not to move an inch, terrified of being discovered. Your fear had reached its peak.
But just as you looked away, a chilling aura suddenly came from behind you.
You instinctively turn your head and are shocked to find the smiling bride standing right behind you.
He grinned at you, a smile playing on his lips, but his eyes held no warmth, only a chilling coldness.
You feel a strange power instantly sweep over your entire body.
Uncontrollably, your mouth begins to widen, little by little, until it stretches all the way to your ears.
A stiff, eerie smile spread across your face, completely uncontrollable. Laughter spilled from your throat, growing louder and more maniacal.
You're laughing so hard you're dying!
"grass!"
Li Qingchen was really starting to lose his temper. How could this bastard be so despicable?
It's hard to guard against!
At that moment, another line of text popped up on the mental panel:
[The Blessed One Encourages You to Continue Playing the Game!]
Your resurrection attempts will be unlocked for a limited time!
"The resurrection count has been refreshed again?"
Li Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
"It seems this True Lord is still somewhat useful."
Without the slightest hesitation.
Li Qingchen used up his resurrection attempts once more.
He was about to uncover his parents' secret; he was just one step away from succeeding, and he absolutely couldn't give up now.
[Mother: "Who knows... Could he know something?"]
[Father: "Let's not talk about that now. How many 'goods' did you get today?"]
The mother's voice clearly brightened: "We've had quite a haul today..."
Press your ear against the wall and listen carefully.
Your mother put the chopped meat into a burlap sack.
[Mother: "The messenger will be here soon, are you ready?"]
Your father nodded nervously.
The sound of footsteps, crisp yet eerie, rang out again, approaching slowly and deliberately.
Peeking through the crack in the door, you indeed saw the figures of a crying groom and a smiling bride.
The groom casually picked up a piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it heartily. After finishing, he patted your father on the shoulder with satisfaction, his eyes showing approval.
You continue to peer through the crack in the door, afraid to make the slightest sound, lest they discover you.
[But not long after, you noticed that the crying groom put down the sack he was carrying, his eyes turning cold and wary, and slowly walked towards your bedroom.]
You know you can't hide any longer. Rather than being discovered and passively attacked, it's better to take the initiative.
You take a deep breath and suddenly push the door open.
Your father was startled by your actions.
[Enraged by your shout, the crying groom snatched the butcher's knife that your father had dropped and hurled it at you.]
You didn't have time to dodge.
[The butcher's knife plunged into your head with a "thud," and excruciating pain instantly swept through your body. Your consciousness blurred, and your vision gradually darkened.]
You are dead!
"That won't work either."
Li Qingchen rubbed his throbbing forehead, realizing that fleeing rashly would only hasten his death.
"What if we don't eavesdrop?"
A thought arose in his mind.
"Survive first. As long as you're alive, you'll have a chance to find the secret."
The father seemed to sense something and quickly interrupted the mother, his tone becoming urgent: "Let's not talk about that now, don't cause any trouble. How many 'goods' have we got today? The envoy is arriving soon, we can't afford any mistakes."
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You gritted your teeth, forcibly suppressing your curiosity and wariness, and abandoned the idea of eavesdropping.
You close your eyes, pretending to be fast asleep, deliberately keeping your breathing steady, but your ears are still quietly listening to the sounds outside, ready to deal with any unexpected situations.
You could clearly hear conversations, the sound of chopping meat, and eerie sounds coming from the courtyard—the crying face of the groom and the smiling face of the bride.
Every sound sends a chill down your spine and makes your heart clench.
You forced yourself to remain still, neither getting up nor making a sound, letting the eerie sounds echo in your ears.
[After an unknown amount of time, an overwhelming drowsiness suddenly swept over me, as if I had been drugged, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.]
Even if you try desperately to keep your eyes open and pay attention to what's happening outside, you still can't resist the drowsiness.
Without realizing it, you actually fell asleep, and slept very soundly.
The next morning, blinding sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
The sun was shining brightly.
A gentle breeze blew in through the window, carrying a hint of warmth.
It was as if the eeriness and fear of last night were just a nightmare.
You groggily open your eyes, your head still a little foggy.
You subconsciously shifted your body, but felt something in your chest.
You look down and find a neatly folded letter on your person.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you instantly became much more alert. You quickly picked up the letter and eagerly began to read it.
The above content will send chills down your spine.
A storm is brewing in your heart:
After Zhong Kui left, his parents came.
They never genuinely cared about us, nor did they care about our grandparents.
From the very beginning, they colluded with the crying groom and the smiling bride, making dirty and bizarre deals.
The "goods" that my parents talked about were never ordinary things, but living people, bargaining chips that could be used to exchange for everything they wanted.
And you, my brother, you are their most precious "goods," the very thing they carefully prepared, the core they use to negotiate with the crying groom and the smiling bride.
"You don't know, your mother has long been afflicted with a strange disease, her whole body aches, and she is getting thinner and thinner every day."
The doctor said it was incurable, but the crying groom and smiling bride told them that if they traded their loved one's life, they could transfer all of the mother's illness to the grandmother, letting the grandmother bear all the pain and suffering in place of the mother.
[Moreover, this transaction can significantly extend my parents' lifespan, freeing them from illness and allowing them to live to a ripe old age.]
"They sacrificed you, killing Grandma, not out of hatred, but to complete this deal, to make Grandma bear the burden of Mother's illness;
They abandoned their grandfather because he was too old and had no use to them; keeping him around would only be a hindrance or even ruin their deal.
I knew all along, but I dared not say anything. They threatened me, saying that if I dared to tell you even a single word, they would hand you over to the crying groom and smiling bride ahead of time. I could only endure it, only watch them plot step by step, watch you fall into danger step by step.
"Now, the day of the deal is drawing near. They have prepared everything and are just waiting for the crying-faced groom and the smiling-faced bride to come and take you away to complete the deal."
I can only write this letter secretly to tell you the whole truth. You must escape as soon as possible and not be deceived by their pretense any longer. They were never your family, but demons who want to kill you!
By the end of the letter, the handwriting had become illegible, and a few dried tear stains remained.
Can you imagine how desperate and helpless Lin Wan must have felt at that time?
"Lin Mo... is already dead?" Li Qingchen was taken aback.
"Did this couple sacrifice their child to a cult, and then successfully transfer their illness to their grandmother?"
"But if that's the case, why is Lin Mo still alive?"
"In short, I can't just sit here and wait to die; I have to find a way to escape—with Lin Wan!"
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